I planned this diary as an exceptionally positive and cheerful one, but I've failed so far.
Today was a wretched day: first of all, I didn't get enough sleep - four hours definitely does not satisfy the necessities of one's organizm; then something on the railway cross broke down and there grew an appaling traffic jam. It goes without saying that I missed my train and by mistake got on the last one before the gap in the train schedule which brought me to the station I needed least of all. Then a reflection of my misery, loneliness and unrequited love flooded me with such unbearable pain that I burst into tears right in the ampty carriage.
How devastated I feel now. At the same time it comforts me to know that my anguish and tears, and my disgraceful weakness will remain anonymous and somewhere behind the scenes...